My thoughts would never really stop, given free rein, because they think that thinking is the most important thing in the universe. But if I just let them chatter on to themselves, observing them lovingly but not identifying with them, they will eventually fall quiet, arising again only to take on their true role of everyday problem-solving. It's like talkative children who, knowing themselves loved, will just gently fall asleep after a while.
The only trouble arises when the thoughts believe their own chatter, and attempt to take the reins...
2 comments:
Haha, wow. I see what you mean :)
They're troublesome things. I get scared at the more destructive ones. Some of my thoughts come from past abusive situations and they're quite sinister and mean in their insistence that they can see doomed reality. Those ones feel not so much like children but more like monsters that need to be (lovingly) caged up.
Oh, these thoughts! Wow, they can assume so much power and in the end they're just ... pfft :)
The scary ones are the little kids who are scared, in my experience, Sue. They're only sinister and mean in self-defence, and need to be hugged till that dissolves. They are ourselves, stuck in a space we didn't understand, and we need to show self-accepting love.
Yes, they are just ...pffft... but they need to be treated as if they're solid, cos they're us, trying to get the hang of this life thingy. And it's so beautiful when they do:)
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